So, hey...
Guess what this is.
Did you guess the sequel to After?
Damn, you guess are good.
So yes! This is the sequel to After. Yes it's still Karley, but it's a little less than After.
... Okay, so this chapter has, like, no Karley, but I promise Chapter two will.
Promise.
This story will mainly be centered around Kitty but it will have some Chapters that focus on Marley and that's only because I really, really like my version of Kitty.
Like, really, really like her.
Anyway, here's Chapter One of After's sequel: Next.
Enjoy!
Next: Chapter One
Droplets of sweat trickled uncomfortably down my almost bare back as I bent over and leaned on my knees, trying to catch my breath. I watched that stupid, fat and dirty ass pig run across its pen and mock me. The unforgiving Mississippi sun beat down on my back—and everywhere else—as that dumb mother fucker ran around squealing.
"C'mon, KW!" shouted a voice behind me. "Show that bugger who's boss!" The voice had a southern twang to it, and although I liked the person it belonged to, the accent really pissed me off.
I know what you're thinking. Why the fuck are you in Mississippi, Kitty? Well, it's kind of a long story.
You see, after Marley and I broke up, I apparently spiraled into a deep pit of depression and "needed psychological help". I mean, sure, I didn't eat regularly for weeks, and I had a really hard time sleeping. Yeah, I didn't really get out much and sure, nothing really made me happy after it all. But that doesn't mean I was depressed.
…Right?
Anyway, my mom sent me to this whack job, expensive ass therapist who said that I "needed a purpose in life" that was "more rewarding than school or work".
My mom somehow translated that to "send your daughter off to fucking Hicktown, USA while you go off on a two-month cruise off the coast of the fucking Caribbean."
Oh, and JoJo just so happened to "know people down in Issaquena" who would be happy to watch me for most of summer vacation.
And me?
Oh, I'm just fucking ecstatic. I mean, why wouldn't I be?
I love the way the ever-present humidity curled my hair unattractively. I absolutely adored the smell of mixed manure at five in the fucking morning. Speaking of which, I am just completely infatuated with the fact that I have to wake up at ungodly hours of the morning to take care of ratty ass animals. I thought pigs were fucking cute. I thought cows were fucking adorable. And I thought that sheep were fucking fluffy. Now, all I see are four-legged shit-sacks that eat, make noise, and, of course, shit.
And, god, do they shit.
They shit fucking everywhere.
"C'mon, Kenworth!" Missy shouted from her spot on the fence. "Catch that porker!"
Fuck you and your porker, I snapped at her in my head as I lunged toward the little pink fucker. Unfortunately for me, though, the little bitch was actually kind of quick and all I caught was air and a mouthful of mud/dirt.
At least, I hope it was dirt.
I heard Missy, Allen and Jameson shout; Allen and Missy in the pigs favor, Jameson in mine. I turned around and saw the pink fucker zigzag across its pen. This had been going on for almost an hour and I was already fucking tired and beyond fucking pissed.
This was almost as bad as Cheerios.
Almost.
"Kenworth," Jameson called as I pounced and yet again caught nothing. I turned around and glared at him, which almost resulted in his falling off of the fence, before he continued. "You gotta notice patterns, Kenworth; patterns."
What the fuck did patterns have to do with little pink fuckers?
I looked at the pig again. It was just standing there, laughing at me.
Or maybe it was just panting.
…
Nah, it was totally laughing at me.
I took a step towards it, and it instantly took off into the opposite direction. I waited for it to calm down before taking another step. It did the same exact thing. Then Jameson's words finally made sense; with every action came a reaction. The process was uniform. One step forward, two steps back.
I walked backwards a few steps before sitting down. Shorts be damned; God knows they were ruined anyway. The pig looked confused for a second, and it took a couple steps forward to investigate.
One step back, two steps forward.
Slowly, I turned around so my back faced the pig. I hear the animal snort as it walked towards me slowly, but I didn't turn around. A few more snorts and a few more steps and I could feel it's breath on my mud-covered back, slowly drying the wet dirt there. I turned my torso slowly and looked at the pig, only to have it run halfway across the pen again. Sighing, I turned away again and set my head against my hand.
The pig and I did this little dance for a little while until it finally felt comfortable enough to be near me. I held my hand out and he sniffed it for a little bit before he more or less jumped me. The animal snorted in my face before jumping off of me and romping around its antics before standing up. My legs almost gave out, but I held myself up somehow and made my way to the fence where the threesome sat. They were all smiling at me patiently as I made my way onto the fence.
"Wow, KW," Missy muttered as she patted my back and I almost fell over, but I caught myself just in time. "I didn't think you'd actually conquer The Great Porkchop."
Oh, was that his name?
"I didn't know he was called Porkchop; I've been calling him 'Pink Fucker' for the past hour." They all laughed and hopped off the fence swiftly, while I more or less collapsed off of it.
We made our way to the main house for dinner—ah, supper, they call it. I wanted to change, maybe call Marley and chat for a little while, but apparently coming to the supper table dirty, muddy and wearing only a bikini top and really, really, really short-shorts was totally normal. More normal than actually being clean and clothed.
So I sat down at the table between Missy and Allen and watched as Mrs. Atkinson, Missy and Allen's mother, set the table with plates, forks, spoons, bowls, and last but not least, food. I thanked everyone as the put food on my plate and gave me a drink. Then, we did something I hadn't done in a really long time.
We prayed.
End Chapter One.
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